Illusion of Divine

Carrying the marks of your emptiness,
New wounds still bleeding in your chest.
No respect for your own flesh
Expecting a blessing,

Your chant is an elegant complaint,
So sad and slow like a requiem.
No glory in self-induced pain,
Changing your own ending.

The raging storm in your head
Is begging you not to stay.
Free yourself from eternal death,
See the pure light of day.

You flew too far with broken wings,
Wanting to end your sufferings.
Don't you lie with your innocence,
It's just illusion.

Illusion of Divine,
A taste of death is sublime.
Gambling with your soul;
Evil will rise if you fall,
Illusion of Divine.

Never let your madness
Believe in this dying faith.
Your soul is your shelter,
Don't ever surrender.
A mystic light shines your day.

Stigmata showing your insanity,
Crawling on your knees until you bleed.
Worthless moments of glory,
It's just illusion.

Illusion of Divine,
A taste of death is sublime.
Gambling with your soul;
Evil will rise if you fall,
Illusion of Divine.

Illusion of Divine,
A taste of death is sublime.
Gambling with your soul;
Evil will rise if you fall,
Illusion of Divine.

Original text by AMÉLIE PAUL

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